Friday Morning
“Come here and bend over my knee,” I tell him.
He looks dubiously at the size of my lap and the elevation at which I am sitting. “Is that going to work?”
“Come here,” I repeat.
He bends, slightly angled, with his rear end within smacking distance.
Smack! Smack! begin the whacks.
After about twelve of them, I say, “One.”
And after about eight more, he says, “One and a half.”
I laugh.
“I know how to count,” he says.
Saturday Morning
While stroking his cock, I also spank it.
Balls, inner thigh, head… Intermittently, I repeat until the combination of strokes and stings has him cumming.
“How many are we at now?” I ask. “Three?”
Saturday Evening
After several drive-by whacks1 on his bum throughout the day, I ask him what number we’re on.
[ . . . ]
“Must be about seven,” I conclude.
“No no! I’ts at least eleven!”
“Hmmm… Is it? We’ll get to 62 eventually.”
Sunday Morning
His foot is sticking out from under the blanket, so I give it a solid swack.
“Wha…?” he begins.
“I’m continuing your spanking.”
“Oh,” he says, grinning while I engage my palms in a bit of bastinado. “I’m getting off easy!”
“Wait…” I clarify, still hitting his soles, “You’re getting off on this?”
He looks dubious as to how he should answer.
“Oh, I’ve lost count,” I say. “What are we on now? Nine?”
“No, you’re counting backwards! It’s not nine!”
“…oh…”
We look at each other for a moment.
“Maybe I should just start over,” I say. “I wouldn’t want to count wrong.”
We’ll get to 62 eventually…
1This is what I call it when he walks past me in the hallway (or in the stairwell, etc.) and I give him a spank on the pass-by.
Gawds I’m glad BIKSS doesn’t count the way YOU count.
If a dozen is ONE then 62 is… will you get done by next weekend you think? LOL.
Glad you’re both up to a spanking this week. Things must be getting better in the sicky-sick department.
Yes, definitely feeling on the “up-swing” where the cough is concerned. 😉
It’s OK. Math was never my strong suit either.
Looks like as a couple we are the same ages. Strange coincidence.
Rosa actually spoke of spanking this weekend and mentioned how she has had fleeting moments of wanting to and for what reasons and admitted that just as the mood strikes, it fades. And you would think that would upset me, but my own head just isn’t in the game right now either, so I just felt gratified that she was at least thinking about it. I’m not even sure if I can get that far.
It was nice hearing about the playfulness of your joint venture.
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Fleeting moments are better than no moments, yes? But I know what you mean about not being able to get that far. For me, my head is the only thing that *is* in the game these days. My body could care less.
You’ll get to 62 eventually, maybe before you have to start on 63 😉
~ Marie xox
Maybe. 😉
You clearly have problems with numbers. I’m afraid by the time you get to the right numbers, he’ll be beaten up badly.